Chapter Twenty
Angel
He kissed me then.
No urgency.
No demand.
No heat.
This kiss was featherlight against my lips. He did it once. Then twice. And then a final time as he croaked, “All this time. Fuck. All this time, I thought I’d lost you in the darkness.”
“Ash, what are you—”
The rain began again, as did our kiss. He grunted into my mouth, muttering thank-yous over and over again. His hand fisted my hair as his other dropped down, hooking around my thigh.
“Up, gorgeous,” he commanded, lifting me.
My legs wrapped around him, our mouths melding together, and he carried me back inside.
As the screen door slammed, he pressed me against the wall.
“My beautiful woman. My Starlight,” he rasped, kissing my jaw, then my temple, my forehead, the bridge of my nose.
He kissed my face all over as I held his in my hands.
He dropped his head to my chest, our harsh breaths and racing hearts filling the silence of my home.
His body was warm, my nipples puckered, the fabric of my dress clinging to me.
“Take me, Ash,” I whispered, running my hand through his hair.
“Baby—”
“I want you. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Please.”
He answered by turning his head, his ear to my heart.
A second later, I felt his hands working to get my boots off.
One after another, they fell to the floor with a heavy thud.
His breath, hot against my skin, skated across the top of my breasts, growing heavier by the second.
I ached for his hands to cup them, his mouth to cover my nipples and suck until I was writhing and begging for more.
Hot, slick desire pooled between my legs, and I wiggled against him, needing friction.
His hand at my leg slid up to the curve of my ass, taking a handful.
He groaned as my eyes practically rolled back.
I ran my hands over his shoulders, pulling at his wet shirt.
“Off,” I begged, yanking it up.
Ash lifted his head, his eyes locking on mine. “Angel,” he whispered.
“No,” I hissed. “No more delays. No more noble bullshit. No more. I want you. Now.”
He brought his thumb to my bottom lip, his eyes following its movement. “Are you sure?” he murmured.
“I need you,” I pressed, tightening my thighs around him. “Yes, I’m sure.”
I wanted to erase those horrible memories with new ones. I wanted this night to be a happy one. The truth was out, and to no fault of our own, we’d lost so much time. I was desperate to catch up. To fill the gaps. To heal. To love.
He shifted, standing straight, the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against my core. I whimpered and hooked my arms around his neck. My hips moved, grinding lightly against him. Our sounds collided in space between us. “Please,” I pushed out, my clit tingling. “Please.”
His hips shot forward, suspending me against the wall, and he peeled the sopping-wet shirt over his head.
It landed on my floor with a sharp splat.
My eyes dropped, taking in the sight of him.
He was huge, larger than in my dreams. His chest is a wide wall of strength.
Large pecs dusted with dark hair that trailed down between his abs before disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
Lightning flashed outside, highlighting his beauty.
I put my hands on his chest, my fingers scraping the skin beneath his hair.
His head fell back, his hands going back down to my ass.
He groaned. “Your touch will be the death of me.”
I moved and yanked him back to me. We met in the middle, kissing, pulling, pushing, biting, gasping, and groaning as our hands explored, my hips circling, his pumping. I was overwhelmed, my body on fire, begging for more heat. I needed it. I couldn’t live without it.
“You tell me to stop, I stop. I do something you don’t like, you voice it, got me?” he pressed, his voice thick with lust.
“Okay.”
With a growl, he yanked down the top of my dress, and I scrambled to get my arms out of the sleeves.
His tongue slid into my mouth, drinking from me as he pulled down the front of my bra.
My breasts spilled out, my nipples grazing against his chest hair, the sensation zapping straight down to my clit.
My moan transformed into a gasp as he roughly cupped my breast, kneading it as his lips found my ear.
“Mine,” he clipped. “You understand me?”
I nodded, breathless. “Yours,” I promised, my hands fumbling between us as I undid his jeans. I yanked his belt out, the end of it slapping the wall. I let it drop onto the floor and dove back in. His teeth scraped against the shell of my ear as my fingers traced his waistline. “Please, Ash.”
He pulled back, our gazes locked together, and guided my hand farther down.
His fingers tightened on my wrist as mine wrapped around his hard cock.
My jaw went slack as I broke our stare, looking down between us.
The tip of his cock was wet, a bead of white coming from the slit.
With a grunt, he forced my hand to move up and down. Over and over.
“Keep jacking me,” he ordered, shoving his pants to his hips.
My eyes went from his cock to my breasts and then back down to his cock.
He pushed my dress up farther, exposing the rest of my thighs, my lacy cream underwear bright in the dim light.
He pressed his forehead against mine as we both watched his hand sink into my panties.
“Fuck,” he hissed as I moaned. He pulled his hand out, his fingers slick with me. I squeezed his cock, pumping it faster.
His other hand came to my jaw, forcing my head back. “You want me to come all over you?” he threatened, his hips rocking.
“Will you?” I rasped.
His eyes flashed with hunger. “Please tell me you’re on birth control,” he whispered.
I nodded. “IUD.”
“Thank fuck.”
His lips slammed down onto mine, and we were lost. He pulled me from the wall, his hands going to my ass again, but I didn’t let go of him.
With one arm hooked around his neck and my other hand fucking him, he carried me down the hall and into the dining room.
“You can’t fuck me here,” I breathed out against his lips.
“Do you not want me to?”
“It’s a table.”
“I know. Do you not want me to?”
The image of him pounding into me while I was spread out on the table flashed in my mind. “You can fuck me anywhere,” I rasped.
“Then I intend on fucking you on every surface of your pretty home. I’m going to fill your pretty little cunt over and over.
Not going to stop until you command me to,” he shot back, setting me on the edge of the table as he kicked out a chair.
He forced my legs open and tried to step back.
I tugged on his length gently; his deep groan caused my pussy to spasm.
“Baby,” he drawled. “What are you doing?”
I looked up at him. “Making you come,” I answered.
“I don’t want to come on you, beautiful.” He smiled, sticking his thumb in my mouth. “What part of me filling you in every room of this house did you not understand?”
My hand stilled, and I put his other hand back in my panties. His thumb left my mouth with a pop, and he wrapped his hand around my throat. “I want us to come,” I whispered, gasping. His eyes flashed with heat. “Just like this, Asher.”
“I’ll give you anything,” he promised. “Tell me why you want this.”
“Because,” I began, fucking him with my hand again, “this is how it happened in my fantasy.”